brad h,
I am guessing, but I think the following experience took place about 15 years ago. I was camping near Burton creek in north central nebraska. There was a large oak tree near the creek that was a favorite roosting place for wild turkeys. Early one morning I was still lying on my bunk listening to the turkeys cluck back and forth in that oak. Then I heard a coyote down there yapping at the turkeys. I slipped out of my tent with cow horn howler and a rifle. I sneak down near the creek bank and do my best to imitate the coyote yapping. Within seconds, I mean like real quick like, this coyote trots out into a small clearing and looks my direction. I could tell that he was begging for a look at the strange coyote he had just heard. I gave him a bullet through the ribs instead.